As Legolas held onto her...Yavanna had closed her eyes. Listening to his heartbeat...feeling the warmth and protectiveness of his embrace. It seemed to have soothed her. As her sobs died down...a little bit of her light was returning. It was still somewhat weak due to her sadness. But the Prince managed to bring back her glow. As she looked up; her eyes were a odd mix of her Emerald and the sad blue. They were mainly on the blue side, with a few specs of green, returning. 

"Your Majesty.." Yavanna breathed out; her voice low...even her soft warm voice, sounded sad. Feeling Legolas squeeze her hands...her hands squeezed his back. Holding onto them, not wanting to let go.

Thranduil had stopped, at the bottom of the steps. Seeing the sadness that Yavanna seemed to be displaying. It was odd for him to see her upset..it was almost unlike her. Seeing the Dwarves moving the dead bodies of King Thorin and one of his Nephews. Thranduil gathered, their deaths had made and impact on the young-elf. That she really cared for them.

"I am glad to see you are safe." he spoke; his words aimed towards his son and even maybe Yavanna. "I hope, you would consider coming home." he said to his son.